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Herman Brood |
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Miscellaneous |
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My Way |
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And now, the end is near |
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And so I face the final curtain |
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My friend, I'll say it clear |
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[I'll] state my case, of which I'm certain |
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I've loved a life that's full |
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I traveled each and every highway |
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And more, much more than that, |
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I did it my way... |
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Regrets, I had a few |
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But then again, [too] few to mention |
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I did what I had to do |
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and saw it through without exemption, |
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I planned each charted course, |
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each careful step along the highway |
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And more, much more than that, |
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I did it my way... |
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Yes, there were times, |
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I'm sure you knew, |
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When I bit off |
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more than I could chew |
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But through it all, |
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when there was doubt |
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I ate it up... spit it out |
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I faced it all and I stood tall |
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and did it my way... |
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I've loved, I've laughed and cried |
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I've had my fill, my share of losing |
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And now, as tears subside, |
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I find it all so amusing |
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To think I did all that |
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And may I say, not in a shy way, |
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"Oh, no, oh, no, not me, I did it my way". |
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For what is a man, what has he got? |
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If not himself, then he has naught. |
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To say the words he truly feels |
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and not the words of one who kneels, |
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The record shows I took the blows |
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and did it my way... |
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Oh, no, oh, no, not me, |
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I did it my way... |
